Sarah sucks Darien’s cock.

A little part of Sarah was frustrated with Darien for making her wait and for making her tell him Maisie’s dirty little secret, but even with the knee-knocking orgasm she had just given herself, she knew that she wanted a taste of him.

Darien dropped his pants around his ankles, showing off his strong, nearly hairless legs and a pair of gray Calvin Klein underwear that he had probably gotten from one of his modelling gigs. What she really wanted was under those Calvin’s, though, and she couldn’t wait to see the fruits of her labors.

Sarah ripped those boxers off of him and his dick bounced to attention, slapping the tip of her noise and making her recoil. She stared at it, eyes crossed, and smiled.

“Like it?” Darien purred.

“Like it?” she said. “I love it.” She stroked it idly, seeing if it would swell even bigger, and kissed its tip. It pushed against her lips and she opened her mouth, just a little bit to take it inside. Her tongue swirled around it, tasting the precum and loving it.

Slowly she pushed the thing deeper into her mouth. Sarah made little gagging sounds, the ones she knew guys loved, as his thick dick stretched her lips. She could barely stroke it even with both hands. It was a monster, and that was why she loved it so much. She loved how his cock filled her up, no matter if it was her mouth or her pussy, and how strong and hard it got inside her. She worshipped it, caring, attentive, full of lust. Sarah Morris knew how to please a man and his cock.